Chapter Twenty-Six

Grim POV

Something was wrong; she looked so terrified when I asked her who tried forcing himself on her. My thoughts roam around the possibility of someone abusing my mate.

My mind races back to what she has said in the past about her life being hell. Could it be that her parents were abusing her or she had an abusive boyfriend?

I stroll towards my office with the intention of starting an underground check on her, only to meet my uncle, Derek.

I groan inwardly; this man always has something to complain about. His visit was never for something nice.

"Uncle,” I say with a broad, obvious fake smile stretching my hand for a handshake.

He gives my hand a very tight squeeze. I am tempted to do something stupid, but he is my uncle. My mother younger brother is therefore spared.

“Tell me what I heard is a lie,” he said, taking his seat.

I raise my eyebrow and sit down opposite him. “It depends on what you heard, uncle,” I say, and pick up a cigarette to light.

He snatched it from my hand, hi